Blackstone College - Acorn Yearbook (Blackstone, VA)

Text from Pages 1 - 172 of the 1918 volume:

. , ■ - ■ - . r ■ V v ' V , ■ : ’ 3s a tribute of bigb esteem, toe Dedicate this uolurne of tbe “Cannon IBall” to IJrrsttirnt ®UooliroVii IBUtlson 3n recognition of tbe sernice rettOereO our country in tije time of its ertremest peril Margaret Light Editor-in-Chief Louise Ware Assistant Editor Geneva Morrison Advertising Editor Lucy B. Adams Assistant Advertising Editor Hortense Duncan Business Manager Mary Willis Assistant Business Manager Hannah Hough Art Editor Alice Burltngham Assistant Art Editor Winnie Hoskins Social and Statistics Editor Martie Kirwan Assistant Social and Statistics Editor Eleanor Hepler Athletics Editor Ruth Brown Assistant Athletics Editor Margaret Elder Clubs and Organizations Editor Virginia Bland Assistant Clubs and Organizations Editor Jessie Sims Fun Editor Lota Leigh Draugiion Assistant Fun Editor jforrluortj The cannon blazes once again and sends forth another Cannon Ball from its usually quiet throat. It may not be as flashing and brilliant as those that have gone before, but that it may strike some heart and bring to it visions of a school that once it loved so well, and that, with those who are leaving this year, it may carry remembrances of the pleasures enjoyed and the lessons learned is the sincere wish of the staff. It comes to add its mass to the pile that is now building in the hope that all cannon balls may one day be used for a similar purpose. 8 Search into thy boohs of knowledge , 0 Merlin , and impart to the students of thy wisdom! James Cannon, Jr., A. M., D. D. PRESIDENT 10 Coh x av j 3+a-v-I Yc iv A i LAc e OX At f3 tt tVrb -v o 7 m 3 O v Ho-f’Tn.AV MCCoH rA x ? v-c. H The Faculty jfarultp JAMES CANNON, JR., A. M., D. D. PRESIDENT l. Ltterarp Department James Cannon, Jr., A. M., D. D. PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH BIBLE AND MORAL PHILOSOPHY Lura Lee Cannon, A. B. DEAN OF THE COLLEGE DEPARTMENT AND INSTRUCTOR IN HISTORY Charlotte L. Stoakley SUPERVISOR OF THE ACADEMIC DEPARTMENT AND INSTRUCTOR IN PEDAGOGY Emily Holmes Watkins, A. B. INSTRUCTOR IN ENGLISH Eulalia Stuart, A. B. INSTRUCTOR IN FRENCH AND GERMAN Margaret Wagner Faw, A. B. INSTRUCTOR IN LATIN Georgia Burton, A. B. INSTRUCTOR IN CHEMISTRY AND PHYSICS Susie Lee, A. B. INSTRUCTOR IN MATHEMATICS Geneva Martin, A. B. INSTRUCTOR IN MATHEMATICS 12 Elspeth Benson, A. B. INSTRUCTOR IN ENGLISH Maude Woodfin, A. B. INSTRUCTOR IN LATIN Ruth G. Bale INSTRUCTOR IN HISTORY 2. Cranung rijool Department Ethel Robertson LeClaire Batten 3. C ustc, art miO Oppression Emma E. Hoffman INSTRUCTOR IN PIANO Mary Lee Bennett INSTRUCTOR IN PIANO Kate Anderson DIRECTOR OF THE CHORUS AND INSTRUCTOR IN PIANO Helen Betty Rosser INSTRUCTOR IN VOCAL MUSIC Emily Willard Garvey ACCOMPANIST AND INSTRUCTOR IN PIANO Grace Ritchie INSTRUCTOR IN PIANO Robbie McCord INSTRUCTOR IN PIANO, THEORY AND HARMONY 13 Anna Dupuy INSTRUCTOR IN PIANO Rutii G. Bale INSTRUCTOR IN EXPRESSION Mrs. L. E. Wallace INSTRUCTOR IN ART 4, fiDtber Dfficcrs George P. Adams SECRETARY AND TREASURER E. S. Bennett ASSISTANT SECRETARY AND TREASURER Verna Jackson SECRETARY TO THE PRESIDENT Mrs. Ida W. Smith Mrs. Sue L. Hite HOME DEPARTMENT W. V. Atkins, M. D. COLLEGE PHYSICIAN E. H. CoPIRAN REGISTERED NURSE Lucy Nash NIGHT WATCHMAN €To SOur Ceacljers We greet you, faculty of B. C. G., With a glass filled to the brim, And we challenge another school to find A faculty with half your vim. Led by our noble President, We knew you’d rightly mold us; And so we’ve tried in word and deed To do what you have told us. You’ve worked us hard, we’ll grant you that, Our motto says be thoro; With Christian zeal you’ve made us toil Till our minds shone like a mirror. In work and play you’ve been our guides, Thru all this happy year, And as we leave these learned walls We shed for you each a tear. 15 In lemortam Crustees of IBlackstone College C. §?. BarroVu iDieD September 15, 1917 . C. Barroto DteD jFebruarp 10,1918 IBUukstone College ong Fair summer wreathed and smiling Brings now vacation days, When her charms our hearts beguiling. We can sing her praise; But a felt subduing strain Undertones each glad refrain. Sad, yet sweet, chords vibrate. Telling of the tender parting days. Chorus : College fair, beloved, good-bye, Brilliant star in studded sky; May thy rays still bless and brighten. As the passing years go by. Dear Saviour, send a blessing With this our parting hour; May we each go forth possessing Thy precious care and power. Oh ! bless those who blessed us here. With their toil and guiding care. Be Thou their reward and guardian Until they Thy glory share. —Cho. Beloved school, we leave thee; In groups diverged we go Home to mountain, plain, and margin Of ocean’s ebb and How. But our homes from hill to sea. As entwining links that be In the golden chain that binds us Heart to heart and all to thee.— Cho. J. R. Sturgis. 17 $ur i storp HE twenty-fourth session of the school began September 20, 1917—began with high hopes of success for the coming year in spite of the depression due to the war, and, now that the year is three-fourths over, we can truthfully say that that hope was justified. Years ago the need for a girls ' school was deeply felt in Virginia, and, with the intention of satisfying this need, the Farmville District of the Virginia Conference made plans and secured a charter from the State for a school. Idle school was opened in the fall of 1894 with Dr. James Cannon, Jr., as president. It was largely through his ceaseless effort and untiring labor that the school had been founded, and it was through the lofty inspiration of his character that the school has been able to sustain its high standards and send forth from its doors girls trained to become better citizens of the State and of the Nation. The school began its career under the name of Blackstone Female Institute with twenty-nine boarders and six teachers. From year to year the attendance increased so that in 1900 it was found necessary to enlarge the building, and another wing was added. The building was then twice its original size; along with this increase in size went increase in equipment and improvement, and many were the glad hearts of the girls that turned to the institute each year to receive the thorough instruction that there awaited them. In 1907 another new wing was added to the east side of the building. Across the front of the entire building extends a beautiful campus, shaded by graceful maple trees and watched over by the president’s home. The building may be seen for miles around, its tall towers silently urging the country side to better things. In-191 5 a two years’ college course was added to the academic course. It was a proud day for the school when it dropped the name of Institute and became Blackstone College for Girls. It is one of the grievances the girls have to bear, with what fortitude they may, that the Blackstone town folk- still refer to them as the “Institute girls.” The school goes forward each year with ever-increasing vigor and higher ideals, and it is the hope of all that feel its influence that it may soon build a wing to the west of the Old Building, and thus multiply its opportunity for good. The sturdy youth biddeth farewell to his mother as he sets forth to the eastle of wisdom jfresfmtan Class Ergtstrr Sarah Anderson Cora Foster Eva Parsley Willie Arrington Honor Hamilton Ethel Philips Alma Atkins Lucile Harris Lucy Poteat Phcebe Atkins Jessie Hawkins Mary Pritchard Clara Barnes Marie Hines Mattie Pritchard Elizabeth Baynes Susie Hodges Bessie Rash Lilly Blair Norma Hunter Evelyn Richardson Ruby Boone Lillian Johnson Marie Rigan Lula Mae Britt Ruth Johnson Virginia Slade Lolita Brown Rosalie Keene Lucile Sledge Janie Bullock Annie Leigh Kellar Rosa Smith Janie Burnett Bernice Knight Helen Stevens Edna Burton Susie Knight Eva Stickel Margaret Cobb Gladys Martin Esther Stimpson Sallie Crichton Indiana Martin Lois Swadner Frances Crowe Elizabeth Meyburg Louise Sweet Louise Dameron Irene Moseley Nellie Tingley Alice Dunton Mary Otwell Mabel Tudor Rose Elam Carrie Page Heath Tweedy Susie Epes Eula Page Grace Williams Kathryn Elliott Muriel Paget Winnifred Williams Crattung i rijool ftrgtster Frances Barrow Margaret Bennett Xellie Bowland Edward Lee Cannon David P. Cannon Elise Carter Julia Coleman Margaret Coleman Ella Colgin Louise Corbin Frances Crowder Margaret Cushwah Bernice Dixon Mary Anne Doumar Anna Kathryn Dunlap Mary Ezelle Willie Hardy Lavalette Johns Eunice Lillard Elizabeth Motley Goldie Parsley James Pettit Thelma Poland Ethel Smith Mattie Smith Sue Trader Mary Frances Tuttle Raymond Tuttle Bertha Usilton Loren a Wade Mae Wade Gertrude Wainwright Rose Whitehead Mary E. Willis 20 He becomcth the favorite page of Queen Intelligence Sophomore Academic Class i£ opt)omore Scatiermc Class Motto: “Aussi toujours fidele” Colors: Red, White and Blue Flower: White Flag Officers ALICE E. CLAY... President ANNIE MAE ADAMS... Vice-President ELLA ROBERTSON. Secretary CLARE ROBERTSON... Treasurer embers Margaret Alston Alice Bailey Agnes Bevan Dimple Blevins Bertha Broci enbrough Elaine Bullock Alice Burlingham Amy Burton Lula Cates Ruth Coleman Lola De Boe Gladys Drinkard Pettice Forbes Virginia Forbes Janie Gilliam Mabel E. Harris Mary Louise Hatcher Alma Heltzel Irene Hesson Wilson Hodges Clara Hooker Irene Huckstep Pauline Hunter Pearl Knight Lillian Lewis Gladys Lillard Pearle Love Lillian McLaughlin Eltse Moore Lucile B. Moore Frances Murrel Helen Nevins Mary Nevins Evelyn Ridgely Carrie Rowland Rose Sampson Elsie Ski nner Pansy Smith Ruth Smitli Vida Lee Stevens Josephine Swanson Gladys Temple Lorene Thomas Edna Vaughan Calphurina Walker Mamie Waterfield Ruth Warren Irene Wells Louise Windsor Myrtle Wynn 23 Then, a squire to King Knowledge he is modi Junior HraOrnur Chios Motto: “Ad astra ” Flower: Violet Colors: Purple and Gold Officers ELIZABETH LOCKE.... ... ...President VERNA JACKSON. ... Vice-President MILDRED SHELTON... ..... Secretary EUNICE CROSS...... Members ...-.-. Treasurer Martha Lee Adams Lucile Futrell Ellen Passmore Jean Ackiss Esther Gayle Ethel Pittman Mary Albright Annie Gariss Carrie Pierce Shirley Albright Kathryn Guider Cornelia Pierce Lula Anderson Elizabeth Hardy Annie Belle Quineri.y Gladys Atkins Florence Harris Lavinia Reeves I nez Banks Ruth Harris Ruth Richardson Jennie Barnes Kate Harrison Juanita Rodgers Ellen Barrow Gladys Harrell Annie Sale Maudine Blevins Elizabeth Headley Lilly Saunders Mary Canada Marjorie Hepburn Ruth Shell Arline Camden Lucile Heltzel Mildred Shelton Hattie Camp Lyla Henderson Vera Short Marjorie Cardwell Ethyl Hill Elizabeth Simms Virginia Chanell Elizabeth Hodges Grace Singleton Juanita Coleman Annie Hopkins Gladys Smith Virginia Coleman Irene Horner Ora Smithson Mary Christian Sarah Irby Dorothy Sparklin Sue Cole Verna Jackson Emily Stafford Isabel Crank Hattie Johnson Eva Stickel Eunice Cross Sarah Jones Jennie Southerland Mavin Crowder Evelyn Lilly Mary Stewart Agnes Cunningham Elizabeth Locke Hanna Thomas Florine Davenport Mary Leigh Logwood Indie Thompson Lela Dey Gladys Marks Nellie Trent Linda Diggs Marjorie Marsh Jessie Turner Essie Etheridge Mary Moore Margaret Trader Celeste Feddeman Ruth Naudain Margaret Vaughan Eva Felton Blanche O’Kf.nnon Marjorie Vaughan Edna Ferguson Miriam Orton Louise Williams Eula Ferguson Louise Otwell Mildred Williams Edith Field Lucile Overstreet Mary - Young Nina Fulford Ruth Ould Agnes Ozlin Cora Younger 27 y Ci )t Senior acaOemtc Class poem Blackstone College, Alma Mater, While the sun sinks in the west, Sad, I stand here thinking— Thinking of these halls I love the best. I recall the sweetest memories Of these years I’ve spent in thee, But this sad thought comes e’er before me— 1 must soon depart from thee. Yes, depart, perhaps forever. And you, dear friends. I’ll see no more; But I’ll love you just as dearly As in years that’ve gone before. And we’ll all be bound together By friendship’s golden chain, And each year the links will closer bind us, Till in heaven we’ll meet again. May each one take up her burden With a smile upon her face ; Bravely fight her battles, And gladly run Life’s race. And may its end be glorious, Like the setting of the sun When a perfect day is ended, And a perfect race is run. 28 He is knighted by King Knowledge and putteth on his armor Senior 3katmntc Class Flower : Motto : White Rose Possumus atquc facicmus Colors: Green and White Officers HORTENSE M. DUNCAN... President LOTA LEIGH DRAUGHON....... Vice-President HANNAH H. HOUGH...... Secretary VIRGINIA F. BLAND.....,. Treasurer Eunice Lillard Mascot ’iS 30 Allie Alberta Atkinson COLLIERS, S. C. PRISCILLA: Her quiet, demure manner reminds us of Longfellow’s heroine. Clarice Hortenstine Baker SHENANDOAH, VA. Through perseverance, strength of character, and self-sacrifice Clarice has attained the place of respect she holds among us. AmC _n 31 Dorothy Catherine Ball WEEMS, VA. Only a person like Dorothy would be able to guard the stores of Merlin’s wisdom she finds in the countless Pedagogy books she reads. Virginia Frances Bi nd COLOGNE, VA. Lovable, conscientious, law-abiding— her chief ambition is to play Polichi- nelle, from Rachmaninoff, like T chai- kowsky. ft 32 mm Janie Delle Callis LABAN, VA. She goes about her work in her un¬ obtrusive way, but worthy and success¬ ful are the results. Nina Milton Bradshaw BLACKSTONE, VA. Behind Nina’s quiet, winning mien lies hidden the brilliant wits of Rebecca, the Jewess. 33 Elizabeth Belle Castleberry SALEM, ARK. In the day of wireless, submarines, and aeroplanes, how one delights to find a “Polly” who comes with her quaint, old-fashioned modesty. Russell Wray Coleman wellville, va. He that speaketh truth, showeth forth righteousness.” 34 Charlotte Frances Comer BLACKSTONE, VA. U- 5 Lf-n u_I LSD Cl ir ) 2 orr: CL Christiana—her life is described by her name; for it radiates true Christian influence on all the associates. Mary Margaret Cook ROANOKE, VA. Miss Gibbie Gault: “Some folks think they are showin’ off what they is, but 1 say they’re showin’ off what they ain’t.” 35 RED” GO CO ZD CO CO LU o_ Q_ LiJ CO Q LJ CO | Lota Leigh Draughon WHITAKERS, N. C. We are sure that “Lotus” will excel this character in self-sacrifice, love for others, and even in the practice of medicine. -T - t c i b ' o Hortense Marjorie Duncan PELHAM, N. C. A friend tried and true is our presi¬ dent, whose purity, kindness, and cheery smile make all our burdens lighter. 36 Dorothy Anne Franklin JACKSONVILLE, FLA. Behold, through the dim hospital wards comes “Dot” in the becoming garb of a Red Cross nurse, flitting from bed to bed, bringing smiles to those around her. Agnes Old Ferebee shawboro, n. c. O Roberta! how numerous are thy charms—womanlin ess, grace, and com¬ radeship ! Martha Farley- Garbee lawyers, va. Her amiable, obliging disposition suit Martha to play the part of Miss Tox. Isabelle Covey Goslin LINKWOOD, MD. Isabelle’s character is as rich and as full as the note of “The Second Violin —full of cordiality, capability, and harmony. CZ X. Thelma Frances Hamm BARBOURSVILLE, VA. In her quiet, simple, homelike ways Thelma plays well the part of “Meg.” Nancy Belle Harrison POCAHONTAS, VA. Who would guess that Nancy’s sympathetic, studious there lies hidden such a wealth chievous fun? beneath bearing of mis- mu: 39 Opportunity knocks! But Thelma will not keep him waiting—that’s how she won her place among us. Thelma Kathleen Henderson CATAWBA, VA. Eleanor Elizabeth Hepler meadow bluff, w. va. Her impetuous, sunshiny disposition, her will-power, and her literary talent plainly characterize Eleanor as “Jo.” 40 fi Katie Black Johnson MILWAUKEE, N. C. True Southern womanhood is personi- ed in her gentle manners. ■ 3 u— Hannah Harper Hough NORFOLK, VA. She is no less than a wonder—every day showing one more of the admirable characteristics which shall some day blossom forth in the full perfection of noble womanhood. EDNA 41 Martie Cow.art Kirwan COWART, VA. Though a clinging vine in her affec¬ tions, she needs nothing to cling to when it comes to Latin and Math. Myrtle Lee Lewis GROTONS, VA. What name could suit Myrtle but Penrod—and who but Penrod could play such pranks on all people in all places ? 42 BET TINA Pauline Shackford Logwood BEDFORD, VA. Will Pauline ever grow up or will she always continue to radiate the charms of the heroine of “The Glory of Youth’’? Mae Oliver Manson ROANOKE, VA. Parties, frills, and furbelows; Auto rides and beaux; Airy, fairy Lillian, That’s the way she goes. LILLIAN’’ 43 Eula Glyden Nash WIGHTMAN, VA. A delight to the schoolmaster’s heart —a model pupil is “Emmy Lou.” 03 ms CZ) cr ZX3 Co CO Christine McIvor MONROE, VA. “He that is faithful in a few things shall be made ruler over many.” 44 45 S— Minnie May Scales UNION LEVEL, VA. Though she has only been with us one year, “Lovey Mary” has won a place in our hearts by her true friendship and faithful work. ZD cz rz i—n GO C } Bessie .Salmons woolwine, VA. And pray to whom else could lie as¬ cribed the name of Duchess than to Bessie, with her queenly air and stately bearing ? 46 Myrtle Gaye Siner COPPER HILL, VA. We do not know that “Little Nell’’ had the musical aspirations that Myrtle has, but we know they both have the same simple ways and lovable disposi¬ tion. Willie Belle Stanley GASBURG, VA. Some day Belle’s hopes will be realized, and the fruit of her silence will be known. In! Ini U-J cr in o or Q_ cn 21 or LD __i □Z V HOPEFUL”. 47 Nettie Virginia Trader OAK HALL, VA. Though Nettie talks like Sarah Gamp, She’s sweet and generous as can be. We never see her frown nor fuss, Till it comes to working Geometry. Bessie Louise Taylor COLEMAN FALLS, VA, Act First Scene I—Model country schoolhouse. Instructor—Bessie Louise Taylor (who by her firm and gentle manners keeps perfect order). Ed r Mary Emiline Waters BURKEVILLE, VA. A smile, a tear, and a heart full of comradeship—that’s Mary. Mabel Pearle Wright BEDFORD, VA. A tiny, secluded studio, with all the wealth of Nature’s beauty to paint- Mabel’s ideal of life. ' M1 Teresa Irene Zollinger SAXE, VA. Though there is no end to the work Teresa is taking up, she seems to always have time to win for herself many friends by her happy and cheerful dis¬ position. 50 im m- 131 E. ,-Uil NtHftecW « ' � W , our HaII Ki «TeeN ei hTe N . Thai 44 ■IfrMsdA omJ. QVImau. 4 tUvyh ftt ' ; AU V A N ATe R , We. bind ' ' us To Th«,vr as 4 -s—s -1 - 4 -j t ip i. t iA i sweet Vov? ■ aor €ts +0 loya d e WIN , And tin •vo - TMpn. - ob a j- t- i pn ten l TVne Wa W« r Egixri i ' [ fT T .|- -60 NlN® T««N ew W iNl Wfc Iq j Ma God IN h«A V€N S6N0 To cmPhP s 3 4 i d j ll 3 i S ■P ri ThtfA W ith 30 H ful ftlB 6 b c.h t les ] 5 l N s t nje r) c.h b I csls I t 1 f - Nt fem i ih Th n( a — £ f EE i=± f b « t ovt; 4 Ut RoTt ! j Hail! ’ p-| a( | 1 gt =TTtM! MJonDering In a bungalow he dwells all alone, And that bungalow is his only home. It’s surrounded hy trees, his horses, and barn, In the front lies his field of last year’s corn. I wonder if of cooking he ever tires, Or of washing dishes, and making fires, Just for himself, and never another, And if ever he wishes there was another. I wonder, too, if his whistling is gay, If he really is happy living that way; Or if some time, when he’s making his tea, If he stops—and lingers, and thinks about—me. L. H. r 52 Stuuor College Class Motto: “Res non verba” Colors : Green and Gold Flower : Yellow Chrysanthemum Dfftccrs WINNIE HOSKINS— GRACE ROUSE. EVELYNE GARNETT AGNES BURGESS.... JUNE FISHPAW. .. President .. Vice-President __ Secretary Business Manager . Treasurer 54 Agnes Burgess BURGESS STORE, VA. Here’s to Burgess, our basket¬ ball star, It’s tall and slender and smart you are. Isabella Coyl NEW ORLEANS, LA. Next comes Queen Isabelk with stately tread ; Look how high she carries hei head. Ray Cofeman Mary Virginia Bussells WILMINGTON, N. C. Mary-Jinny’s right witty—we’ll all give her that— Tho’ her words come slowly they’re never flat. Fay Coffman FRIENDSHIP, TENN. FRIENDSHIP, TENN. In elocution Ray has no equal, And Fay follows her like a sequel. For with little Fay the whole world is amiss 1 f she isn’t with her beloved “thith.” 55 Carrie Lee Clark roper, n. c. “Oh ! Carrie Lee plays basket¬ ball, And is always watched by the admiring ‘Hall’.” Nannie Sue Crute WILSON, n. c. Oh, boy! Look out for Nannie Sue, For there’s no telling what she’ll do. Wilma Clark roper, n. c. Oh! Wilma, she’s jolly; Oh! Wilma, she’s merry. Whenever you see her she’s always cheery. June Fishpaw berryville, va. Ethel Fishpaw berryville, va Oh! June, she well deserves that name, Always happy, always the same. And Ethel, too, so sweet and shy, But in Geometry you can never pass her by. 56 Evelyne Garnett BUCKINGHAM, VA. Evelyne Garnett has little to say, But she smiles and looks happy all day. Alma Hopkins ROCKY MOUNT, VA. O Alma! sweet Alma, why arc Louise Harry ACCOMAC, VA. Tho’ she’s little, Louise can’t be beat; She’s as bright as a penny and just as sweet. Wingfield Hardy driver, VA. Wingfield is our Geometry shark, She can work originals in the dark. you gay? Is it because the Academy is not far away? Winnie got crazy one Sunday night. And got everybody in a fright. 0 Gladys Humston BERRYVILLE, VA. Alas! it is sad when Evelyne and Gladys have fussed. But still we know soon make up they must. Edith Monahan BLACKSTONE, VA. Edith is a fortunate critter. She doesn’t have to eat hash or that awful rice fritter. Esther James IRVINGTON, VA. Poor little Esther is always on the bum; Let “Cruta” holler “Ee-oo!” and she’ll surely come. Annie Mathews CHARLIE HOPE, VA. Annie is always meek and demure, But in her lessons she is always sure. Geneva Morrison WTLMORE, KY. Geneva is as fine a girl as can be, But she has a weakness for D—N. B. 58 fcOrmorv Lucile Pond WAKEFIELD, VA. Lucy Pearson BRISTOL, VA. Cele is the sweetest girl in our class, But room A—N. B.—she can not pass. At the last gong comes Lucy with both shoes unlaced, Never a washrag having touched her face. Selden Ragland centralia, va. Poor Selden is in strait, Between Tillman hangs her fate Clarisse Rose HENDERSON, N. C. Grace Rouse REMINGTON, VA. Clarisse in her room is always neat, But casing Miss Anderson is her latest feat. Grace’s ambition in life is to win The place as the third Coffman twin. 59 Helen Sharpe HARRELLSVILLE, N. C. Helen will Miss Ritchie con¬ sole, When on Mr. Beville she loses her hold. Clarissa Veisbehn SHANGHAI, CHINA “Shanghai” we call her, from the place whence she hails, And we listen with admiring- awe to her tales. Grace Ware AMHERST, VA. Grace has cheeks like a rose, And brown eyes that will con¬ que r any number of foes. Bessie Vaughan TAMPA, FLA. On Thursdays you will see Bessie in town, To see if the Academy boys are down. Helen Winfield STONY CREEK, VA. On the porches at night with Miss Stuart she walks, And we wonder of whom she so ardently talks. 60 The knight rcturneth from the fray, for he hath attained the price—Education £ entor College Class Flower : Sweet Pea Motto: Excelsior. Colors : Gray and Old Rose Officers . HELEN AMES...... ARGARET LIGHT MARY WILLIS.. SARAH HALL. VARINA RHODES.. . President . Vice-President Business Manager .-. Secretary __ Treasurer “Shack” and “Ed” Cannon Mascots 62 Lucy Obedience Adams BLACKSTONE, VA. IVoe be unto thee, for thou art much in love.” PT i Virginia Helen Ames PORTSMOUTH, VA. Esteemed and respected by all wh knew her.” 63 Merry Rozine Barksdale RED HILL, VA. Ruth Elizabeth Brown FEDERALSBURG, MD. “Few things are impossible to diligence and study.” The glorious privilege of being independent. ' ’ 64 Helen Elizabeth Coleman CREWE, VA. Myra DeBerry BLACKSTONE, VA. “Victory belongs to the most per¬ severing.” “Thou sayest such an undisputed thing in such a solemn way.” Margaret Wilbourne Elder BROOK NEAL, VA. Thelma Estelle Garland WARSAW, VA. “And tho’ I hope not hence unscathed “Small—but big in deeds: ' to go, Who conquers me shall find a stubborn foe.” 66 Margaret Preston Light HINTON, W. VA. “ serin a saint when most play the devil.” 67 Jessie Helen Sims STAR, OKLA. “A heart to resolve, a head to con¬ trive, and a hand to execute. Martha Louise Ware WAKEFIELD, VA. “On dumb. ' their own merits women arc 68 Mary Elizabeth Willis capron, VA. ‘For her heart was like the sea, Ever open, brave, and free.” Sarah Agnes Hall JACKSONVILLE, FLA. Thinking will make me mad. Why must I think?” Varina Moore RHOLES s .a 0a i( LOUISA, VA. bicj ' X - ' . I J “She thinks too much; such girls arc dangerous.” 69 Class ong of U8 Tune: “Keep the Home Fires Burning” We’re the class of nineteen-eighteen, And we wave our banner high, And it points toward the sky. Our Dean she gave us courage, By her life so pure and strong, And with such an inspiration We write this for our song. Chorus : Ever higher, higher. Ever reaching higher. Tho’ in the future we sometimes see A dark cloud rise.. We have God above us, Who doth hover o’er us, And we’ll strive to do His will Till we win the prize. On the voyage of life we’re launching. For success we do not fear, We know we received our training In Blackstone College dear. We will always sing her praises, As thru life we go along, And we’ll ne’er forget our motto, For we sing it in this song. —Cho. 70 jBamssus’ JHtrror April 5 , 1903 . Dear Mr. Diary : This is my twelfth birthday! Uncle Tom gave yon to me for a birthday present and promised him I ' d write everything in you. It was sunny this morning when I woke up, and I hopped out of bed singing “mos beatos”— O happy me!—instead of that “Nos Beatos our Latin teacher taught us. Everybody was so nice to me all day long, and Mother didn’t make me take care of Baby Brother once! April 6 , 1903 . Oh, I’m so mad I could pop! I wish there wasn’t any such thing as a Baby Brother, l ie always gets in my way just when I ' m starting to have a good time. Mary James, my chum, and I had planned to go to the woods and play in the spring, and see if there was any trailing arbutus left. And just as we were going out of the door, Mother had to call me and ask me if I wouldn’t take that Baby Brother along, as she was tired. I didn’t want to at all, because lie’s such a bother and you never can have a good time when he’s along. So I frowned, and said I didn’t want to. Mother said, “All right, then, Julia, go on. I just thought maybe you would like to help Mother. I was glad she wouldn’t let me take him, but I felt kind of funny when she said she thought I wanted to help her. Anyway, we went to the woods, but somehow we didn’t have such a good time. All the arbutus must be gone because we couldn’t hud a bit. After supper to-night Daddy called me into the library and gave me a horrid old lecture, and said I must help Mother, as she wasn’t strong. I do help her—lots ! April 12 . 1903 . Oh, Grandma came yesterday! We always have such a good time when she comes. She brought us just lots of pink and green peppermints. This afternoon, as it was raining, she brought out a great big book and read to us. This is one story she read: She said it was a myth, but I believe it is true. She read that one time, long, long ago, there was a beautiful youth named 71 Narcissus, whom all the nymphs (girl fairies) fell in love with. But he didn ' t love any of them. One nymph, Echo, loved him more than the rest, but, for some punishment for something she did, she was not allowed to speak until some one spoke to her. (That’s what Grandma says little girls should do, but I don’t think so.) Narcissus wouldn’t pay any attention to her, so she went away and died. The avenging goddess was very angry with Narcissus and decided to punish him. One day when he was hunting he came to a pretty little spring, just like the one in our woods. He leaned over to take a drink and saw his face looking back up at him just lik e a mirror. He had never seen a mirror before, so he was surprised and didn ' t know who it was. He fell in love with his face. He tried to touch it, but of course he couldn’t. So he pined away and died, just like Echo. Where his body was the little white narcissus that grows by our spring came. He turned into a dower! To-morrow, if it doesn ' t rain, I’m going into the woods and look into the spring and see if 1 can’t fall in love with my face like Narcissus did. Good night, Air. Diary. April 13, 1903. I’m real disappointed. It was lovely and sunshiny out to-day, so this morning right after breakfast, before Mother could get a chance to ask me to wipe the dishes, I slipped out and went to the spring. I looked in, but some¬ thing was the matter. I could see my face all right, but I didn’t fall in love with it as I thought I would. It looked all sour and ugly and I didn’t like it a bit. So I had an idea, and in the afternoon I went back again and tried everything. I put a wreath of violets on my head, put on my best dress, and even curled my hair, but it didn’t do a bit of good. Maybe when I’m older I’ll get pretty like Mother, and then I can fall in love with it. But, now— gee, it’s ugly! June 3, 1907. Why, how do you do, Mr. Diary? It has been four years since I’ve written in you. Now I’m sixteen and Uncle Tom says I think I’m grown up! Please forgive me for neglecting you for such a long time, but I lost von. This morning, while I was cleaning out the attic, found you! 72 V Baby Brother is now a sturdy little lad of seven and not as much of a bother as he used to be. What do you think, Mr. Diary, Mother is an invalid! She’s been feeling badly for a long time, hut has just been in bed for a month. Everything seems so queer and different now that she can ' t walk around and smooth out all our troubles with her calm presence. I have never forgotten the legend of Narcissus and the “girl fairies.” I go down to the spring—we’ve named it Narcissus’ Mirror now—and look into it ever so often, but still I can not seem to fall in love with my face. I wonder why? No matter how much 1 primp, I can not seem to. Maybe, though, in a few more years, when my freckles all go away, I will be like Narcissus—that is, the good part of him. June 5, 1907. Our dear old pastor. Dr. Mason, was here to-day. He came to see Mother a while. She always enjoys his visits so and they talk of fascinating, deep things. I love to listen, although most of it is over my head. Then he talked to me a little in Daddy’s office. (Daddy is a doctor, you know.) It was cool in there and I gave Dr. Mason some lemonade. I asked him about the legend of Narcissus and told him how I kept trying to be like him, but there was something lacking in my face. He said something about inner beauty that sounded rather comforting, but I didn’t understand it all. He said that I would, when I grew older. I wish people would stop telling me that. Haven ' t I got any sense now? It sounds like in about five or six (or maybe a hundred) years I’ll suddenly see a great burst of light and get some sense. Complimentary, I ' m sure! June 8, 1907. I wanted to go to a dance to-night, and was all dressed up to go—Daddy was going to stay at home with Mother, and Baby Brother was in bed. Just as I was leaving, Dad got a call to a charity patient six miles out in the country. He said he’d have to go. Mother wanted me to go on, and, oh, I did too, more than anything I knew. But Dad put his foot down—hard— and said, no, I must stay. I cried and cried, and I do think Mother could have stayed here by herself all right, don’t you? I wouldn’t be any good if a burglar came, and, besides, a burglar wouldn’t come here. All he’d get would be our knives and forks and they’re just plated. 73 July 19, 1907. How 1 love the woods! When 1 get cross and tired and irritable I just fiy to the woods and lie down on the mossy carpet by Narcissus’ Mirror and dream. I know I’ve dreamed away whole weeks and maybe months. I just dream of what I’ll do, and how great I’ll become. My pathway to the goal of greatness is college. Oh, just one more year and I ' ll be ready to go! I can hardly wait. Ever since I was a tiny baby Mother and Daddy have been saving up my college fund. It is almost big enough now, and I can go without feeling that I’m making Dad sacrifice for me. Mother seems to be a little worse to-day. I think it is the heat. Whew! I feel like a sun-dried raisin! Every day is about the same here. They are rather full days, though, for I have to wait on Mother and now I shall be the cook. For Daddy called me into his study last night and spoke to me more gently than he ever has— although he is always gentle. He said ntoney was mighty scarce now, and Mother’s illness was so expensive, that he wondered if, with my help, he couldn’t cut down the expenses of the house some? He said he had thought about doing without Alma, the cook, if I could take her place. I’m wild to do it! August 29, 1907. Behold in me, Mr. Diary, a tired, hot, blistered, yet happy cook! After several days’ hard work, and so many failures, my enthusiasm is not yet dampened a bit, although my brow has been—many times. For several days I was a rank, fiat failure, but to-day I managed to get enough cooked that was fit to eat. Poor Dad is a martyr! He chokes down half-cooked cakes and scorched oatmeal without making a single face. Baby Brother is a perfect little imp, and he eats more than a pig. September 3, 1907. Mother is going away! She fainted last Thursday when she tried to get up out of bed! Daddy called in a big city doctor who was visiting in town, and he said Mother wouldn’t live much longer at all if she wasn’t sent right away to the mountains. As it is, he thought there was some hope if she went right away! I can’t believe it, but anyhow she leaves in two days. Dad is 74 going to take her and then he ' s coming right straight hack to Jimmy and me. I feel so old, and queer, and lonesome all of a sudden ! But I know she’ll be coming hack all well and strong and herself again in just a little while. Then I’ll be so glad! September 5, 1907. She got off to-day and Jimmy is asleep. Daddy said he’d send me a telegram saying when he would he hack. Oh, I’ve never gotten one, and 1 think they look so big! Mother took all my pretty nightgowns and my kimono with her. She didn’t want to do it a bit at first, and I didn’t want her to, either, but I just couldn’t let her go to a big, strange place with her plain nightgowns, could I? And yet Daddy said once I was selfish ! I don’t think he knows me! I do wish I had one of those gowns, anyway, to use when Mary comes over. She has everything she wants and even now has a little runabout. O glory! what was that noise? O-o-oh, just the wind hanging a door. Well, “bon nuit,” old friend. September 8, 1907. Got my telegram to-day and don’t say a word about excitement! When the hoy brought the book up for me to sign I tried to do it with an off-hand air, just like I got telegrams every five minutes. I opened it, read it casually through, and then said to him in a gracious tone, “There is no answer. That will he all.” 1 think he was very much impressed, for he looked at me silently and called me “ma’am” when he left. He must have been a little scared of my dignity, too, for T could see his shoulders shaking as he walked down the path. Well, Daddy got home to-night, and little Jimmy and 1 both went to meet him. He brought us some candy and I had supper all ready for him. 1 tried real hard, and nothing was scorched for once. September 11, 1907. Yes, indeed, I’m quite the lady of the house. Dr. Mason comes in and calls me “Miss Hamilton.” He is the nicest old thing. He was here this afternoon, and, as Mother will probably he away for a month or two, and school starts the day after to-morrow, he has promised to teach me each evening in order that I won’t get behind. Isn’t that fine? 75 V September 15, 1907. Good evening, sir. T can ' t decide whether Narcissus ' Mirror looks prettier in the spring or fall. The purple asters are growing right by the hank and the brown and red and green and gold oak leaves lie all over the still, still surface of the Mirror. Everything seems mellow and quiet. In spring all is new, and young, and bubbling with life. I tried again to see my face, for I thought after these few weeks of work maybe that “inner beauty Dr. Mason spoke of would be there. It looks like my face is a little improved, hut still there ' s nothing so lovable there. Will I ever get it? Dr. Mason says I ' m on the right road, hut sup¬ pose the road ends before I get there? Heard from Mother to-day. She says it’s lovely where she is, and she ' s getting stronger! October 17, 1907. Great excitement in Charlotte Town! There ' s a new preacher at the Methodist Church! I haven’t seen him yet, but Dr. Mason says he is young, intellectual, and fine looking. He’s a nephew of Thoreau and inherits a little of his eccentricity, and much of his brains. We surely will have to go to church Sunday. Mercy, I ' m sleepy! Jimmy and I made some molasses candy this after¬ noon and we simply stuck up the place. Jimmy looked so funny—it got all in his hair—that I teased him and recited that old limerick: “A fly fell in the syrup jug, And issued forth a wiser bug. Then he proclaimed, both far and loud, “I am stuck up, hut am not proud. Good night! November 1, 1907. No, I haven’t neglected you, either. I ' ve just been so awfully busy. Mother came home yesterday and everything has been all upset since. But I just thought I’d tell you “hello and prove to you I’m still existing. I don’t see much change in Mother, though Daddy looks grave. Gee, hut I ' m glad she’s back! 76 Dr. Mason came around this afternoon. He says he’s going to bring the new preacher, Hugh Walden, to meet Mother. I ' ve only seen the Hon. Hugh from a distance and he’s young, stiff, and very dignified. November 12, 1907. “The Rubicon is crossed” as I read with much pain in a certain Air. Julius Csesar ' s autobiography. The Hon. Hugh has came and went. He gave me a patronizing glance and went on. So did I. He couldn ' t lose me! He’s a perfect clam, but when he opens up a little he acts halfway human. He is smart, though. He’s only twenty-two! No, don ' t worry, Air. Diary. Elsie Howard, the prettiest girl in town from all accounts, has made a dead set for him, and there’s no chance for me. Besides, didn ' t 1 tell you how he looked at me? Did it sound like a “soulful gaze”? He didn ' t even stop to count my freckles. December 4, 1907. Between housework (doesn’t that sound ancient?), a few lessons at night with Dr. Mason, and Christmas presents, I am sadly tempted to take to drink¬ ing grape juice—spiked, only it costs too much. “Costs too much!” I hear that phrase or clause every time I turn around. I can’t have this, and I can’t have that, for it “costs too much.” Well, Julia Hamilton, you should be ashamed of talking like that, you good-for-nothing insect! Doesn’t all the extra money need to go on Mother? Why, yes, so there! December 24, 1907. “ ’Twas the night before Christmas,” etc., etc., ad infinitum. Daddy and I fixed the tree in Mother’s room after Jimmy had gone to bed. Then Rfother and I talked for a long, long time on the Spirit of Christmas, and other things. Oh, when, when will I be able to look into Narcissus’ Alirror and see what 1 want to see? I’m so imperfect, and it doesn ' t seem like I can ever overcome everything. Well, good night, old friend, and Alerry Christmas! December 31, 1907. Of course, I had a lovely Christmas. Don’t people always have lovely Christmases? At least they say they do, anyway. I gave Mother the shawl 77 1 had knitted for her. She and Daddy gave me a beautiful bracelet and several other things. Dr. Mason, bless his heart, gave me his whole set of Sir Walter Scott! I’d been borrowing them from him, but he said he was getting old, and, as he didn ' t have any children, he wanted me to have them ! They’re the nicest, old-timest looking things, and have the queerest pictures! To-morrow it will be “next year,” won ' t it? And a year from now I guess I’ll be thinking about going back to college! Oh, 1 can ' t imagine it! January 8, 1908. Saw and completely horrified the Hon. Hugh this p. m. Jimmy and I were hanging on to Mr. Brown’s, the grocer’s wagon, with our sleds, and having a fine time, when who should ride by but Hughey! He lifted his hat, but I thought he ' d roll out of his buggy. This evening I was in Mother’s room and she asked me to read the Twenty-Third Psalm to her. I started it, but when I got to the part, “Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,” I choked all up, and couldn’t go any further. But I don ' t believe anything could happen to her— why, what would we do ? January 30, 1908. Mother is awfully ill. The doctor and a trained nurse have been here all day, and the nurse will stay. Dr. Mason wanted to take me home with him to-night but I wouldn’t go. Mr. Diary, I can ' t write any more to-night. February 5, 1908. I ' m at Dr. Mason’s home. Have been here since yesterday. I feel like a lost sheep. Mrs. Mason is perfectly lovely to me, but I wish I were home, with that nurse and her queer bottles and pills. Jimmy is here, too, but I’m going back to-morrow and stay. 1 think Daddy needs me. February 20, 1908. Old Friend of Aline, it is all over! The end of the world has come, I know. We ' re all three staying with the Masons. It happened last Tuesday evening, four days ago, and everything seems to have stopped. I feel like I want to do something , but not what I do. I thought all 1 wanted to do was to get out in the country. But when Dr. Mason took me, I wished I were back in Charlotte Town. 78 Everybody has been, and is, just lovely to ns, and I wish I could repay them, but I can’t. 1 can ' t do anything. I’m just a mean, selfish, absolutely worthless human being, and I don’t see why Our Father didn’t take me instead of her. I could have been spared perfectly well, and I know it would have hurt lots less. But things are as they are, and I don’t know what will come with the morrow. You aren’t Mr. Diary any longer, but my truest, best-loved friend and confidant. So good-bye for now, and pleasant dreams. February 23, 1908. Back in the Old Home. We’ve decided to keep on living here, though none of us care particularly about living at all. But Daddy goes to see his patients, Jimmy has started back to school, and I try to run the house, so there we are. It is dead winter and I wish it were spring. I want to go out to Narcissus’ Mirror and sit and dream. I’m dead tired, so good night. April 5, 1908. To-day I am aged seventeen years! Think of it! Seventeen!!! Why, my goodness, Old Friend, I’m nearly a grown lady!! It was lovely and warm out to-day, so I went to Narcissus’ Mirror and stayed a long time. What do you think, Mr. Diary, I can see a little improvement in my face! It is still so little I can not realize my hope, but, truly, it is improving! I was so glad and excited I scarcely knew what to do! While I was half-kneeling on the bank, T noticed the grass was trampled a little—it made me rather angry to find that some one else seemed to visit my spot, my ozvn spot, and, judging by the foot¬ steps, that some one else belonged to the masculine gender with big feet. I resolved to discover who this intruder was, and to prevent his dis¬ turbing the one place I had to dream and think and build air castles. I shall get Mac, the setter, and Daddy’s old shotgun upon his trail! Beware! April 10, 1908. Great excitement around the Mirror! The vile villain is discovered! ’Tis thus: About three p. m. to-day I had done all that seemed to me should 79 be done; Daddy was in the country visiting sick folks; and Jimmy was out playing with the boys in the neighborhood. Therefore, with as light a heart as I have these days, and a perfectly free conscience (I have a vile conscience, Old Friend, a genuine old New England kind, that my dearly beloved grand¬ father so kindly bequeathed to me—it made his life miserable, and now it is trying to do the same with me) I set out. You don ' t need to ask where— Narcissus’ Mirror. As I was running along I caught the slight whiff of a pipe. “Aba!” thinks I, “Mr. Villain, I will soon have you on my hip!” I tipped up and saw a man half-reclining before the Mirror, apparently lost in thought. 1 recognized him as Hugh Walden! Why, what on earth-? He heard my footsteps, and came back from his reverie with a start. He blushed and jumped to his feet, muttering apologies. He asked me about the Mirror, and soon I forgot he was the new preacher, and queer, and all, and began telling him all about the Mirror. Before I realized it, I had told him nearly all I’ve written here. And it seems what I did not tell him Dr. Mason had. He was lovely, and asked my permission to come there to the spring. 1 told him “Yes,” because 1 could see by his expression that he loved the quiet and peace of it all nearly as much as I did. Afterwards I thought of bis uncle, Thoreau, and then I saw it was but natural that he should have found and loved the Mirror. May 24, 1908. Hugh was here this morning. He stopped on his round of visits to his parishioners to borrow a book on Nature, that has always looked too big, and musty and dry and imposing for me to ever read. He certainly is nice. Fie asked me if I’d been to the Mirror lately. 1 was in the midst of sweeping when he came and was all done up in aprons, dust caps, dust rags, and streaks of dirt. A fetching sight to be sure! He is coming around Sunday after¬ noon. Heavens! How do you entertain young preachers on Sunday after¬ noons ? June 13, 1908. My thoughts are turning toward college! Not much longer to wait, I hope. Dr. Mason says he thinks I will be able to get in all right, and the exams won ' t be hard after his splendid teaching. Dad was out late this evening and looked haggard and worn when he came in. I wonder what ' s worrying him? June 15, 1908. O Mr. Diary, please don ' t be surprised if you can ' t read this for the blots and tears, for I ' m liable to overflow any minute! I can’t go to college in September! Dad told me this evening. Poor soul, he didn’t want to. He said Mother’s illness had taken all the fund except a tiny little bit. He’d tried to mortgage the house to get the money, but no one would take it. At first I thought I would just as soon die, but Dad said maybe, if we both worked hard, in two years we might have saved enough so I could go! I won’t be too old then, and it will he about as nice as going now. I’m so disappointed I don’t know what to do, but I tried not to show it to Dad, as it hurt him so, anyway, to have to tell me. June 18, 1908. What do you think has happened to me? I’ve been bearing my disap¬ pointment as best I could, and I think I partly succeeded. Well, this very afternoon Hugh rode up, stopped, got out, and came into the house. He said he ' d heard that my college career was to be postponed for several years, and, as he was just from Harvard, he wondered if I’d like him to try to teach me until I could go, and then I could enter, maybe, as a Junior! Daddy said it would be O. K. and we’re to begin in September! This is almost as nice as going to college! September 19, 1908. I ' m a full-fledged student of the Walden-Hamilton College, Limited. It is going to be heaps of fun and Hugh is a splendid teacher. I’m going to take fascinating subjects and we’re both real enthusiastic about it all. October 25, 1908. The Walden-Hamilton College progresses swiftly. In these warm, fall days we adjourn to the Mirror, and, when the lessons are completed, we talk. Hugh is so brilliant, and fine and understanding. I was afraid he might ridicule my wish about the Mirror. But, no, indeed, he is trying to help me realize it. I looked into the Mirror to-day and, really, my face is improving! 81 And so the days pass—little varied—but filled to the brim with household affairs and my studies. This is my eighteenth birthday. I feel so much older than I did a year ago, and am, hope, a little wiser. Hugh gave me a wonderful book and we ' re going to discuss it together. This morning 1 went with Daddy to see a poor, sick old woman. The little hut in which she lived equaled any pigpen. As it violated all my lately cultivated housekeeping sense of neatness, I pitched in and cleaned the place up. Think I’ll go with Dad more and more. To help these people gives me a certain sense of usefulness, like I’m really counting a little in the world. May 29, 1909. Hugh says vacation begins June first, but I don’t want any vacation. 1 love the studies, and he would make anything interesting. I declare, Jimmy is his shadow. He worships the very ground Hugh walks on, and Hugh is awfully sweet to him. I love to see the two together. September 3, 1909. You see, it’s this way, Mr. Diary. I’m so busy all the time, yet nothing- different happens that would be of interest to write down. So don ' t feel slighted. One afternoon in July, as we were at the Mirror talking, Hugh asked me to promise him not to look into the Mirror again until he should say so. Of course I promised. My second “college” year starts the twentieth, and next year I hope to be going away. We shall see what the year will bring forth. December 16, 1909. I wonder if you could guess my new occupation. I ' m the holder of so many secrets that I stick out all over. All the dear little children of Charlotte Town have confided in me, and I’ve planned so many Christmas presents for mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters that my head whirls. But I love to do it. 82 Hugh is planning a big Christmas tree at his church for the poor children, and he has asked me to superintend it. It is delightful work, and he is quite an inspiration. April 5, 1910. Again another year has passed, and I’m nineteen! Whew! I looked in the glass carefully this morning to see if there were any gray hairs coming! I just love to keep the house, and Daddy and Jim are such lovely people to tend to. I was very busy all morning with the house and flying around to see a few old, sick ladies. Then I made them some floating island and sent it by Jimmy. In the afternoon I went for a long drive with Hugh. Oh, the surround¬ ing country rivals Paradise! It is delightful to drive through. Then Hugh always has such striking thoughts, or quotes some one else’s thoughts, con¬ cerning everything we see. Here lately the Walden-Hamilton College has not been progressing very rapidly. The instructor and the instructed are continually going off into tangents on subjects entirely foreign to the one at hand. Oh, well, who cares? We don’t! July 10 , 1910 . The past week has been a perfect whirlwind. To begin with, dear old Daddy was paralyzed five days ago, all in one side. Of course, all thoughts of college fly to the winds, but that is entirely superfluous beside Daddy’s pain and suffering. Hugh has been over daily, and, oh, Old Friend of Mine, this afternoon he told me to come down to the Mirror and look. But I would not, for I told him I would take his word for it all. He looked me straight in the face and said, “Julia, your wish has come true.’’ Then, a few moments later, a whisper from him, “Now, may mine?” Elizabeth Blue Locke, T9. S3 1. m. e. a. ©fitters !9t7=l8 L JESSIE SIMS... President ' l GRACE ROUSE...... Vice-President LOUISE WARE..... Secretary £ VIRGINIA BLAND........... Treasurer Chairmen of tfie Committees f ‘ Eleanor Hepler................. Devotional X Verna Jackson... Missionary j j Elizabeth Headley.... Conference t Clarice Baker......... Social T) Hannah Hough....... Publicity v Helen Ames............. Decorative it Hortense Duncan....... Music Virginia Bland..... Finance Grace Rouse............. M ember ship 84 . Cabinet 1. m. c. a. HE purpose of our Association shall be to unite the girls of the college in loyalty to Jesus Christ; to lead them to accept Him as their personal Saviour; to build them up in the knowledge of Christ, especially through Bible Study and Christian service. It shall thus associate them with the stu¬ dents of the world for the advancement of the Kingdom of God. It shall further seek to enlist their devotion to the Christian church and to the religious work of the college. Of course there are many things which we girls, as a Y. W. C. A., stand for, but the principal ones may be divided into three classes—the spiritual phase of our college life, the social phase, and the mental phase. Prayer-meetings, with interesting programs, are held in chapel on Wednes¬ day afternoon throughout the session, and many students receive help and inspiration from them— “Give to the world the best you have, And the best will come back to you. After taking everything into consideration, the Y. W. C. A. has decided to start a “Blue Ridge Cottage Fund with hopes that some day it will result in a cottage for our Association at Blue Ridge Conference Grounds. Each year the number of our representatives increases, and we find we are now able to send the Cabinet, paying their entire expenses. We started this year, hoping that our dreams of a cottage would be realized. At the beginning of the session we gave the new girls a reception in the auditorium. The program, “A Day at Blackstone,” was presented by the old members of the Association. The Social and Devotional Committees had charge of Thanksgiving Day, which will long be remembered on account of the entertainments furnished. Socials have been given from time to time to the members, and in this way 86 each girl is made to feel that she has friends in the school. In addition, lectures have been given throughout the year by secretaries and missionaries. We have undertaken to keep in touch with the present needs for service, and we are confident that the coming years will bring forth opportunity to the Association to carry on not,only, its usual work, but to meet the unusual needs among women and girls as they arise. “Folded hands are ever weary, Selfish hearts are never gay ; Life for thee hath many duties, Active be, then, while you may.” 87 Members of tbe ileo Cross Mary Willis Sarah Jones Pauline Hunter Dorothy Sparklin Eleanor Hepler Lucile Pond Blanche O’Kennon Esther James Agnes Bevan Lota Leigh Draughon Grace Rouse June Fishpaw Pansy Smith Margaret Trader Alice Bailey Wingfield Hardy Mary Lee Bennett Charlotte Stoakley Emily Watkins Mrs. Ida Smith Elizabeth Mary Virginia Bussells Margaret Alston Gladys Smith Eunice Cross Agnes Ozlin Lois Swadner Louise Ware Fay Coffman Gladys Humston Helen Sharpe Lucy Pearson Ruth Smith Nannie Sue Crute Margaret Elder Jennie Southerland Dimple Blevins Margaret Faw Helen Betty Rosser Lura Lee Cannon Mrs. S. L. Hite Locke 88 A delightful revel is holden at the court, ivherc brave knights and fair ladies abound September 20—College opened. September 22—“Stunt” Night. September 27—“Birth of a Nation” given in the College Auditorium. September 29—“A Day at Blackstone” given by the Y. W. C. A. October 6—Inspection of coat suits. College hats arrive! October 31—On the night of October 31 all was mystery, for we knew many weird and ghostly things awaited us on every corner. Rumors had been reaching us for many days, but we met our first excitement when we went to supper. All lights were out except those burning in the pumpkin Jack-o’-lanterns. Everything was spooky looking. Of course, there were the usual number of ghosts and fancy-dress costumes. After supper, while we were still in the dining-room, the four classes—Senior College, Junior College, Senior Academic, junior Academic—each gave a charade. All these were original, and the Junior Academic won the prize for being the most original. The prize was—a bag of peanuts. After supper we went out on the campus, received apples, gingerbread, and enjoyed ourselves generally around a big bonfire. Then room bell rang, and we came in, sorry to leave and wishing that Hallowe’en would come again before next October. November 9—Mr. Mershon and “Bill” arrived—Mr. Mershon to give a series of lectures, and his “son Bill” to act as stenographer. November 10—Recital by Faculty of Music and Expression. November 12—Senior-Junior College reception. November 17—Y. W. C. A. social. November 18—Address of Governor Stuart in behalf of the Army Y. M. C. A. 90 November 28—Recital given by Sergeant Browning and Corporal McCoy, of Camp Lee. November 29—Oh, joyous Thanksgiving Day! We can not praise you enough. In your early morning hours, when we heard dimly, through our sleep, the rush of footsteps and the far-away voices of girls, and turned over with the sleepy thought, “There go the two Junior teams to decorate; I bet they freeze,” how pleasant it was to feel that we had no lessons to prod us from bed, nothing to do until the first breakfast gong should call us to the ever-welcome task of eating. We were glad when we came down to breakfast, all fresh and wide¬ awake, that the now poor, weary, and bedraggled Juniors had decorated, for the halls, porches, and even the gates and towers were a mass- of purple, gold and green. After breakfast the goals were decorated, and then came the one mar to our perfec¬ tion—rain. But sturdy hearts are not appalled by rain, and Juniors stop for noth¬ ing. The game was played, and the rooters were many. The Junior Acs carried the day, though the fight was hard, and we were ready to go in to the glorious repast awaiting us. Chicken—oh, my! Pickle—joy! Pie. Oh, everything ! The team gave toasts covering every connection of the school, from Dr. Can¬ non to “the cooks and the teachers, a jolly old crew.” After dinner, which we had at four o ' clock, we at last had a little time for our much-needed rest and a hasty straightening up of our rooms, in which chaos had reigned through the day. At seven-thirty we were dressed and ready for the entertainment, which included a play by the Training School and a mock faculty, to which we all looked forward with malicious thrills. The teachers were introduced to their counterparts, who carried off the chief characteristics of each one to per¬ fection. Tired to the dropping point with all the day’s rush, we crawled into bed, leaving the even wearier basket-ball teams still entertaining each other in an 91 attempt to drain the last bit of your time. Oh, most glorious day at B. C. G.— Thanksgiving Day! December 8—Recital by Mrs. Law- son. December 13—College exams began. December 18—Christmas recital by students of Music and Expression. December 21—Left for Christmas holidays. January 3—Back at college. Pipes hursted; no heat; icicles on all doors. January 19—“Stunt” Night. January 26—Recital by Misses Hoffman and Bale, and, after that, a reception at the president ' s home. February 2—Voted on statistics. February 16—Senior Academic basket-ball team entertained Senior College team and the Academy football squad. March 2—Recital by Misses Rosser and Anderson. March 15—College exams. March 16—“Rebecca ' s Triumph” given by pupils of Miss Bale. March 22—Annual concert. April 1—Senior College picnic to Nottoway in honor of Senior Aca demies. April 6—Miss Cannon entertained the College Seniors, and the Junior Aca¬ demic basket-ball team entertained the Junior College team and the Academy foot¬ ball squad. April 20—Junior-Senior Academic re¬ ception. 92 May “I—Field Day. Tennis Tournament. Play by Virgil Class, “Dido, the Phoenician Oueen. 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' | t ■ : ivl r K n u. : 4. v v ci «, t . a r;J iu f ' «vi S 54 4 hi lost vi - ' 4 t ■ i ' •ft rti 4 avA� | C 4 ty. n« Armpit f.| Ftt- + V Li t� | f «iv � c n if. i L.. ti 9h f t� h, 4 ' V- - v o o I 4 V a v tL 3 V v ' t- a. yi � t • TTT“1 C w o V ' V ' v, � VV •£ £v hut vn 4 . S V it. |V L„ ’ A.Vi J i • 4 i a l a 4 t| 4 V r fc ' 3 ? f . , 5 , t t| « V k • v. V u r i- 1 i 5 , How well the minstrel knoweth that music hath power to charm away all ills 3U=3mmran Eerital November 10, 1917 Programme 1. Piano —Sonata Tragica, Op. 45 ..... Edward A. MacDowell I. Largo maestoso Allegro risolute II. Molto allegro, vivace Emma E. Hoffman 2. Reading —Extra Paper...________ Zona Gale Ruth G. Bale 3 . 4. 5. 6 . Piano —Barcarolle .... Ethelbert Nevin Emily Williakd Garvey Vocal —The Moon Drops Low... Charles Wakefield Cadman Helen Betty Rosser Piano— (a) Witches’ Dance, Op. 17_____ MacDowell ( b) Shadow Dance, Op. 39, No. 8_____ MacDowell ( c ) Praeludium, Op. 10... ....MacDowell Emma E. Hoffman Reading— 7. 8 . (a) The Birth of an Opal—. (b) Little Brown Baby... ( c ) Good-bye, God Bless You. Ruth G. Bale Piano —Arabesque, Op. 39, No. 4.— Grace Ritchie Vocal— _ Eleanor Wilcox Paul Lawrence Dunbar .. Eugene Field __ MacDowell (a) Love Has Wings......... lames El. Rogers (b) Retreat ....... Frank LaForge ( c ) Sweet Miss Mary___ W. H. Neidlinger Helen Betty Rosser 9. Piano— (a) Wild Chase, Op. 46, No. 3..... MacDowell (b) Polonaise, Op. 46, No. 12.. ...... MacD owell Emma E. Hoffman 98 Q Special Uotrc Class Miss H. B. Rosser... Instructor Miss Kate Anderson.-. Assistant mu Lucy B. Adams Gladys Humston Ruth Brown Pauline Vance Huntei Fay Coffman Ruth Johnson Ray Coffman Bernice Knight Susan Cole Elizabeth Locke Nannie Sue Crute Geneva Morrison Louise Dameron Lucile Overstreet Hortense Duncan Muriel Paget Margaret Elder Lucile Pond Celeste Feddeman Mary Pritchard Edna Ferguson Mattie Pritchard Lucile Futrell Mayre Robinson Isabelle Goslin Clarisse Rose Wingfield Hardy Carrie Rowland Nancy Harrison Annie Sale Irene Hesson Esther Stimpson Eleanor Hepler Jessie Sims Marie Hines Margaret Trader Irene Horner Rose Whitehead Winnie Hoskins Clarissa Veisbehn RECITAL BY Students in Music and Expression IBlackstone College for ix 8 Auditorium, December 3, 1917, at Five O’Clock Programme 1. Piano—P olonaise ..... Merkel Martte Kirwan 2. Reading—L aetus Sorte Mea....... Ray Coffman 3. Piano—B y the Brookside..... Schnieder Ethel Pittman 4. Vocal—T he Banjo Song.„... Sidney Homer Geneva Morrison 5. Piano—A pril Showers ........ Fink June Ftshpaw 6. Reading—B y Courier... O. Henry Blanche O’Kennon 7. Piano—A rgonaise from “Le Cid”. ...Massenet Louise Harry 8. Vocal—T he Star.... . H. Rogers Jessie Johnson 9. Piano—E legy ... Nollet Lela Dey 10. Reading—O ctober and June. O. Henry Nina Bradshaw 11. Piano—W altz in G Flat...... Chopin Virginia Bland 12. Piano—S panish Dance..... Mosskowski Ethel Segaloff 13. Reading—A Matrimonial Experiment (cutting from “Leopard Spots”)... Thomas Dixon Ora Smithson 14. Piano—T he Two Larks..... Leschetisky Susie Wynne 100 Dramatic Club at Work. Scene from “Rebecca’s Triumph Dramatic Club Motto: “Suit the action to the word, the word to the action with this careful observance, that you o’erstcp not the modesty of nature.’’ —Shakespeare. Ruth G. Bale, Instructor Dramatis Persomt “Mrs. Rokeman”.. “Mrs. Delaine”. “Rebecca”........ “Clarissa Codman”... “Dora Gaines”... “Sadie Morrell”. “Jennie Woodman”. “Maria Gray”... “Emma Stevens”. “Alice Leeds”. “Grace Greenwood”. “Gussie Green”.... “Katie Cameron,” an Irish girl “Gyp,” a colored girl. “Meg,” a wanderer... .Miliired Shelton .Ora Smithson ..Marjorie Vaughan Lota Leigh Draughon ...Grace Singleton .Hattie Johnson .Esther James .. Gladys Marks ..Nina Bradshaw .Blanche O’Kennon .Ruth Ould .Mary Doumar .Esther Gayle .Juanita Rogers .Ray Coffman 101 gears ago Wasn’t it pleasant on a rainy day To lie in the stable on the new-mown hay, And list to the raindrops pit-a-pat, As you lay there, thinking, flat on your back? Weren’t you glad the hay was in Before the autumn rain began? And didn ' t you feel happy, lazy, and good, ’Cause you had in all the winter’s wood? Wasn’t it pleasant to return from town, And on the fragrant hay drop down To rest and cool till time for the chores. And watch the shadows on the stable doors? Years have passed since you last lay there, All have gone from the home and left it bare, Except your father and mother, dear, Who stay at home from year to year. When your mind is tired and your thoughts disturbed, And your eyes so weak that things look blurred. And you want to rest but don’t know how, Don’t you long again for the old haymow? If you want to forget business and be at peace, And let your worry and trouble cease, I haven’t a place in mind just now Except in the stable in the old haymow. Lyla Henderson. 102 Art Class 91 Conquered Spirit BOUT fifty years ago, in the wildest wooded mountain section of West Virginia, a panther still lived and held out against the advance of civilization. His huge, tawny form was sel¬ dom seen by any but the boldest hunters. He would lead a hunting party a long and weary chase through the forest for miles and miles, and, just when the hunters felt most sure of their prey, he would disappear behind a precipice or plunge into a deep thicket where they could not follow. He, indeed, represented the survival of the fittest. The only way his presence was known was by his loud, defying screams, which, when they broke the silence of a dark night, caused even the stoutest hearts to quake with fear. He ventured into the village in the valley a few times, and robbed a pigpen of a choice, fat pig. There was an ancient Indian legend which the old settlers had learned from the Red Men concerning a terrible, revengeful spirit. This spirit lived in the wildest, most inaccessible parts of the mountains and was the protector of all wild heasts. He assumed the form of a panther to avenge the killing of the forest creatures out of season and the slaughtering of them in undue numbers. Strange as it may seem, the spirit’s favorite time for making his power known was during the full moon. The awe-inspiring part of the story was that, no matter how often he was wounded, the panther could never be killed. It was known that he always attacked only the most courageous, while he left the cowards unmolested. This legend had been handed down from one generation to another and was wonderfully convincing to those of superstitious mind. A great many witches, tokens, and spirits were prevalent in that region, and were believed in with implicit faith. Whenever the children were sent into the woods after stray cows, the imagined danger of the panther was greater than the real danger of the copperheads and rattlesnakes. Thoughts of the panther made their brown barefeet far more swift than any punishment their parents might inflict upon them. 104 Henry Crider, a hunter, trapper, and farmer of that section, scoffed at their belief in the spirit which was supposed to inhabit the neighborhood, and tried to convince them that they were wrong. He was a strong, resolute man of splendid physique and had handsome, intellectual features. The aim of his steel blue eye was always sure and his steady hand never swerved from the mark. In all their sport and hunting he was the leader, and in other matters his judgment was usually accepted as the best. His generosity, his kindly feeling for his fellow-men, and his general interest in their practical lives made him loved and respected by all. One hot summer night Henry was returning on horseback to his moun¬ tain farm after a trip to the village for supplies. The road ran through a dense wood. His horse gradually became excited and restless from no ap¬ parent cause. Suddenly at a turn in the road the leaves rustled in the crisp, autumn air, a twig snapped, and, in the dark above him, two immense eyes appeared, blazing like balls of fire. The panther sprang toward him as his horse lunged forward. The flank of the quivering horse was torn by the cruel claws. Henry whipped out his pistol and fired without effect. Then the panther with a fierce snarl of rage sprang toward him from the other side. The horse, frightened and tortured with pain, ran wildly up the road with his master. Between the clattering beats of the horse ' s hoofs the pat, pat, pat of the panther’s tail upon the ground could he heard. He followed for a while, unwilling to give up his prey, and then slunk off into the heart of the woods. Henry thought little of the incident except that the panther would furnish opportunity for a good hunt soon. When, as a matter of course, he casually mentioned it to the village storekeeper, he was surprised to see how the man coupled it with the legend of the spirit. Still he thought nothing of it until, w hen returning home with two friends a month later, the experience was repeated. At the same time all three were laughing loudly at a joke which some anonymous person had played on him. In his hunting bag the day before he had found a piece of old yellow paper on which was neatly drawn with red ink a panther’s foot and a ghost with eyes flashing as if with fire. Their horses seemed strangely excited and they wondered why, until, on the ledge beside them, two eves appeared aglow with a fierce yellow-green light. Before a shot could be fired the great, dark 105 beast had hurled himself at Henry, who with a sudden twitching of his body saved his arm. hut lost his coat sleeve. The two men shot many times before the panther with intelligence almost human dashed off into the thick, black woods on their left. They tried to follow hut could not force their way through with their horses, nor could they leave the trembling, frightened creatures by themselves. “He prettin’ neer got you that time,” one said in a thick voice. “He’s gettin’ mighty smart. A little more an he’d bagged you,” the other one offered in way of consolation. Henry for the first time in his life knew what fear was. When others talked of his adventures and of the spirit all in the same tone, he began to wonder if this spirit were not intent upon his life. It looked very strange to have the same thing happen at the same time of month, and at the same place twice. But with a feeling of shame in his heart for his foolish thoughts he tried to laugh it off. He himself would probably have succeeded had not every one he saw or met looked at him as if he were a curio to be wondered at. All he could hear was “the panther! the spirit!”—until he was sick and tired of it. He began to think of it continually. Whenever he was out at night he seemed to hear the patting sound of the panther’s tail on the ground, and he felt that something was going to happen to him. So he went on, keeping his real thoughts to himself, but laughing and joking about the affair as if it were nothing. The fear, however, grew upon him day by day until he felt he must either go crazy or never hear of a panther again. One warm October night, when the moon was shining brightly through the trees, he decided to end the matter. He took his rifle, and, with determina¬ tion in his heart to find his old fearless self again, he mounted his horse and rode to the ledge where the panther had attacked him. While he was dismounting, his horse suddenly reared and threw him. At the same time his rifle discharged. When he sprang to his feet and found his gun, he heard a savage snarl of rage from the wounded panther. His huge, tawny body rippled in the moonlight. With eyes of green flame he gazed fixedly at the half-stunned man and then leaped toward him. The horse came into active play, and, with a quick, swerving dash, unconsciously saved his master, but paid with his own life. One blow from the sharp claws of the panther felled and killed the gentler, nobler animal. Henry by this 106 time was alert, and with a elean, well-aimed shot again wounded the mad beast who tore off into the wood. At the same instant Henry ' s old spirit of boldness and daring returned. Intent upon the chase he dashed after the panther into the wood which was now weirdly beautiful. The moonlight shining through the trees made long, dark shadows fringed with dainty laces. On and on through the strange, silent wood he went in pursuit of the panther. Twigs tore and scratched his face; he was bruised from forcing his way past the closely grown trees, but he was unconscious of it. How he kept on the panther’s trail and followed him up and down the wooded hills in ever- turning ways he never knew. They came out upon a small, rocky space over which, in the moonlight, he saw the panther run and quickly disappear. For a second he hesitated to follow. Was the panther the spirit of the legend that disappeared when almost hunted down? In a moment he had reached the precipice, scrambled down, and found himself in a wild, rugged amphitheater. Beside the cliff a thick clump of bushes grew. In the bright moonlight he could see dark, wet spots where the blood from the panther’s wounds had made a trail. With his heart thumping he followed it. Behind the bushes an opening in the cliff led him out into a great, unknown woods more dense than the one he had left. Before him was a hill that dipped straight down like a palisade to a little ravine below. Rocks jutted out of the hill forming crude steps by which he descended to the bottom. He followed the trail of blood. Although his mind was on the hunt he could not help sensing the wild, picturesque beauty of the place. The hills rose from the ravine steep and sheer like forest-covered palisades with here and there a bare spot of cliffs. It seemed new and weird, as if no man had ever ventured there before. A little brook ran through the ravine, foaming and dashing over a fall, and sparkling- in the light. It made a lulling, bubbling sound as it poured over the stones. An artist would have found the place Paradise. Henry followed the brook through the long, narrow ravine until, almost at its end, he came to a great ledge of rocks, projecting out and forming a cave. PTere the panther lived with his mate, and, after his raids upon the mountaineers, here he returned bv many windings to his secure retreat. Henry cautiously came up to the mouth of the cave and peered in. He knew by intuition that the panther, his mate, and his cubs were in tbere. It was a dangerous proceeding for one man to attack a cave full of wild beasts in the night and for a second Henry 107 faltered. Was the panther the dark, invincible spirit? Thr.ee times the animal —or spirit—had attacked him at the same place. Always, he remembered, there had been a full moon about that time. More than that, he had to admit that shots fired by expert hunters had had no effect. Instantly by some happy chance a wave of courage and fearlessness swept over him. Quickly he built a little fire as far in the cave as he dared. He carefully fed the flame with bits of bark and wood. After gathering up brush he covered the fire to smoke them out. With his rifle resting on a small ledge of rock he stood alert, ready for immediate action. Soon many sniffs and snarls told him that his fire was having the desired effect. At once the panther rushed out of the cave, followed by his mate and a litter of half-grown cubs. Henry took aim and fired at the advancing male. With another shot he killed the mate. The young ones were too timid to attack. He fired again and again, but with every shot the power of the panther seemed to increase. He sprang toward Henry many times hut somehow missed him. Henry scrambled up to a higher position and there he fired again. Idle panther fell dead. The cubs yelped and whined in a pitiful manner and cuddled down in a heap. Henry, with a gladness and lightness of heart he had not known for many months, sat down to rest his weary body. After taking a refreshing drink from the little brook he guided himself out of the ravine and found his way home over the hills. He walked like a conqueror. By killing the panther he had con¬ quered himself, broken down the belief in the spirit, and had left fear behind him forever. Edith Field. 108 o the field of the tournament they go, and each knight trieth his strength valiantly Athletic Statistics Slti)lCttCQ URING the warm October and November afternoons the basket-ball courts are brimming over with girls. Almost every one enters into the trying-out. Then the teams are chosen and the prelims begin. Wild excitement, enthusiasm, and interest attend these games. Soon they are over and the lucky teams who are to have the honor of playing on Thanks¬ giving Day are congratulated by everybody, though some hearts are not quite so gay as others. This year the Junior Academic and the Junior College teams were the victors. These teams worked hard from this time until the final game which was to decide the championship. The game this vear on Thanksgiving Day was one of the most exciting in the history of Blackstone College. After a tense half hour we placed the laurels of victory and championship on the heads of the Junior Academic team. When Springtime comes with her fairy wand and chases away the snow, all faces are turned with joy toward the volley-ball and tennis courts. We are awakened at most unearthly hours of the morning by the enthusiastic players, who determine to have their sport before the sunshine grows too hot. For already we are beginning to look forward to the Tennis Tournament in the spring and to practice for it, though we will doubtless continue to practice until the rackets are packed away for their trip home. Ill djetiule of Basketball £ amrs Junior Academic. 30 Senior Academic.. 7 Junior Academic. 29 Junior College.... 22 Senior College. 27 Junior College... 43 Senior Academic.. 9 Junior College. 18 Senior College...;... 20 Senior Academic..... 22 Senior College. 19 Junior Academic.... 23 CHAMPIONSHIP GAME Junior College...... 13 Junior Academic... 24 pt Us Hippety, hippety buss, We’re not allowed to cuss, But nevertheless, We must confess, There’s nothing the matter with us. Rickety, rickety russ, You played mighty good, But you couldn’t beat us. Rip ! Rap ! Thaggerack! Rah! Rah! Rah! Y-e-double-1! Yell! Yell! Yell! Bang-a-tang! Zing-a-zang! Shake ’em up well ! College Juniors, Yell! Yell! Yell! Rata kacks, da kacks, da kacks! Tena ta licks, ta licks, ta licks ! Kicka ba ha, kicka bata, Junior College! Rah! Rah! Rah! College, College sat on a wall, College, College had a great fall, All the coaches and referees then Couldn’t put College together again. With Juniors on the field ■We fear no harm. With Juniors on the field We fear no harm. Give us a show, And we will win, With Juniors on the field We fear no harm. Nobody knows how glad I am That I am not a College man; I ' d pawn my hat, I’d pawn my shoes, For one more chance to see them lose. 112 Miss Lee Coach ELIZABETH LOCKE Captain ELIZABETH HEADLEY Business Manager Miss Burton Coach junior 2tratienuc JiaskeLlSall Cram Forwards V Elizabeth Locke Eunice Cross Substitute Jessie Turner Centers Ruth Naudain Jean Ackiss Substitute Juanita Rogers Jumping Center Miriam Orton 113 Guards Florence Harris Ruth Ould Substitute Eva Felton ■ LOTA LEIGH DRAUGHON, Captain HANNAH Forwards Mae Manson Martha Page Sub Forward Thelma Hen derson Jumping Center Lota Leigh Draughon Side Centers Dorothy Franklin Hannah Hough Sub Side Center Eleanor Hepler HOUGH, Business Manager Guards Agnes Ferebee Mary Burnett Sub Guard Isabel Goslin Junior College 9SasUet=93all Cenm C. L. CLARK..... N. S. CRUTE... A. Burgess, Goal B. Vaughn, Side Center R. Coffman, Substitute Center F. Coffman, Substitute Guard N. S. Chute, Center . Captain . Business Manager C. L. Clark, Side Center W. Clark, Goal G. Morrison, Substitute Goal W. Hoskins, Guard H. Winfield, Guard cntor Collrgf 3SaGuct=35all Cram The Senior Team sailed on the sea, And all was calm and bright; They sailed at first right merrily, And then—went out of sight. The team still plays among the rocks, But the pilots rose to the sun; And now the course of other ships To pilot they’ve begun. Captain Garland (Forward) First Mate Light (Guard) Passengers F. ' Hall, Sims, L. Ware Pilots Miss Burton, Miss Lee M. Hall Brown Crew Elder Pittman Ames (Side Center) (Side Center) (Forward) (Guard) (Jumping Center ' ' 116 optjomore Scatumtc Bollep=3Sall Club Gladys Lillard Ruth Smith Alice Bailey Pansy Smith Myrtle Wynn Gladys Temple Lola Ue Boe Ruth Warren Mary Lou Hatcher Irene Huckster Mary Pritchard Mattie Pritchard Lorene Thomas Louise Windsor Pauline LIunter Edna Vaughn Gladys Drinkard Calphurnia Walker Sally Crichton Pearl Knight Josephine Swanson Janie Gilliam Lucille Moore Elise Moore Evelyn Ridgely 117 Junior 3rat cmif Crnnts Club Juanita Rogers Lily Saunders Gladys Marks Elizabeth Headley Agnes Cunningham Verna Jackson Jean Ackiss Eunice Cross Annie Garriss Marjorie Vaughan Essie Etheridge Juanita Coleman Edith Field Virginia Coleman Arline Camden Mary Leigh Logwood Lavinia Reeves Mildred Shelton Annie Sale Ellen Passmore Florine Davenport Nina Fulford Ruth Ould Kate Guider Florence Harris Jessie Turner Mary Christian Elizabeth Locke Ruth Naudain Annie Hopkins Lucile Futrell Marjorie Hepburn Lillie Saunders 118 Iscntor Sratwmr Crums Club Dorothy Ball 13V irginia Bland jj.1 ota Leigh Draughon Hortense Duncan Dorothy Franklin Agnes Ferebee ) Martha Garbee j £ Isabelle Goslin Nancy Harrison _ 5 Eleanor Hepler Hannah Hough Martie Kirwan Myrtle Lewis 7 Pauline Logwood Eula Nash y Mae Manson Christine McIvor Bessie Salmons y Nettie Trader yy Mabel Wright 119 Collrgr Crnntfi Club j Ames Burgess 7 Bussells ' ' Elder Fishpaw j Garland j, Harry - ’Hoskins Humston A 3 Ragland Sharpe 2. Ware d Willis 120 3 Dream One night while 1 was dreaming I dreamed such funny things, I dreamed that Miss Burton Had a new pair of wings. I dreamed that Mrs. Hite Had a double chin, That Miss Woodfin Had just learned how to grin. I dreamed that Miss Stuart Wasn’t late to class at all; And that Miss Nash Had grown so very small. I dreamed that Miss Rosser Was never seen with Lela Dey, And that Miss Cohran Made somebody eat a fly. I dreamed that Miss Watkins Never wore a dress of brown, And that Miss Faw Was ' most ten inches ’round. I dreamed that Miss Lee With Martie had a case. I dreamed that Miss Bale With a big rat ran a race. I dreamed that Miss Martin Was oh ! so very fat, And that Miss Batten Was in love with the old black cat. I dreamed that Miss Garvey Had a diamond ring, That dear old Miss Anderson Had taught us how to sing. I dreamed that Miss Robertson Played hide and seek with Ed, And Miss Ritchie Never went to bed. I dreamed that Miss McCord Once winked at a girl. I dreamed that Miss Benson Was the sweetest lady in the world. I dreamed that Miss Hoffman Wasn’t very tall, That Miss Stoakley Once ran down the hall. I dreamed that Mr. Bennett Never ate much fish, And that “the door might he larger” Was Dr. Atkins wish. I dreamed that Dr. Cannon Had shaved off his moustache, And here in dear old Blackstone They never fed us hash. When I woke up in the morning I found it wasn’t so, And all that had happened Was my rooster’d learned to crow. A. B. 121 Around the illustrious table King Arthur ' s knights gather and pledge their allegiance to their beloved king 3La mt ! Ruth Johnson Ethel Fishpaw June Fishpaw Margaret Elder Jessie Sims Evelyne Garnett , Gladys Humston Mildred Shelton 1 Thelma Garland Helen Sharpe 124 Alston Buli.ock Britt Bowland Rose Rowland ) Smith a Stephens { l W ATERF1ELD A § Boone Crute Clark Clark Robertson Etheridge Davenport Duncan Shelton Stevens Cates Crowder Dameron Richardson Smith Peanuts Felton Harris Ferebee Harrell Pritchard Sharpe Page Stafford Page ounger Southerland Johnson Pritchard Car fbcrl Club “Head Nigger” Lota Leigh Draughon Tar Babies Pansy Smith Annie Belle Quinerly Ct)c jgortticrn Jtrrit Club From the land where the flying fishes play; From the land of the dear old Chesapeake Bay; From the land of the sky-blue waters, We come, the Northern Neck Daughters. Officers LELA DEY.._______._____ President ELIZABETH HEADLEY.. Vice-President AGNES BURGESS.. Secretary THELMA GARLAND........ Treasurer M ARTIE KIR WAN....... ...Business Manager Members Esther Gayle Agnes Bevan Ruth Shell Dorothy Ball Esther James Margaret Trader honorary Member Mrs. Ida Smith 126 jfrappr Motto: Eat all you can; Drink all you can ; Avoid busting.” Flower : Poppy embers Louise Corbin i Celeste Feddeman Myrtle Lewis .2. Louise Otwell Mary Otwell sJ’Ethel Phillips Rose Smith Gladys Smith Sue Trador Nettie Trader 127 fttebmonb, Petersburg: anb j orfolft Club RicfmionD Thelma Poland IV erna Jackson Ruth Harris -3 Selden Ragland Elizabeth Meyberg y Alice Clay Lyla Henderson Petersburg Blanche O’Kennon Ella Colgin Miriam Orton Norfolk (? Hannah Hough Elizabeth Motley Mary Doumar Gertrude Wainwright Clara Barnes 128 Helen Ames Margaret Light Varina Rhodes Honor Hamilton Sarah Hall Lucile Pond Louise Ware Mary Virginia Bussells Clarisse Rose Grace Ware Ruth Brown Carrie Lee Clark Wilma Clark Mary Willis Isabelle Goslin 129 BantotUe Cluti First Row Carrie Page Lilly Blair Willie Hardy Edna Burton Susie Hodges Geneva Martin Second Row Virginia Slade Eula Page Margaret Witt Elizabeth Hardy Lavinia Reeves Third Row Elizabeth Hodges Elise Moore Mildred Williams Myrtle Wynn Lucy Poteat Josephine Swanson Vida Lee Stephens Wilson Hodges 130 Agnes Cunningham Gladys Marks Jean Ackiss Maudinf. Blevins Dimple Blevins Juanita Rogers Nannie Sue Cette Esther James Hattie Camp Ethel Pittman Grace Singleton Ci)t Dreamers Our Aim : We, the only literary club in the college, desire to do all in our power to create a love for the best literature; and, in order to meet the present problems, to make a special study of current literature, including a course in first aid. We hope, with this our aim, to lay the foundations for future literary societies. Members Agnes Old Ferebee, President .. Lota Leigh Draughon, Vice-President. VArina Rhodes, Secretary .... Dorothy Franklin, Treasurer .. Miss Elspeth Benson... Eunice Cross... Miss Elizabeth Cohran.. FIortense Duncan... Eleanor Hepler........ Margaret Light...... Miss Robbie McCord..... Miss Charlotte Stoakley. .....“Faithful Dreamer” ....“Nightmare” .“Soldier Dreamer” .“Polka-Dot Dreamer” “Mysterious Dreamer” “Red Cross Dreamer” ..“First Aid Dreamer” _“Happy Dreamer” ..“Miniature Dreamer” ....“Brilliant Dreamer” .“Vision of Bliss” .....“Ideal Dreamer” 132 Motto : Onward, upward Flower : Evergreen Ship: Virginia Deck Scrubber : ■? Captain: Miss Stoakley Mate: Nettie Trader Chief Cook: Myrtle Lewis Rose Smith Louise Corbin ! Alice Dunton -ouise Harry Louise Otwell CreUi Mary Otwell Ethel Phillips Gladys Smith Sue Trader 133 -posts Clut) Motto : Grab while grabbing is good Colors: Indigo and Green Flower: Johnny-Jump-Up Officers ESSIE ETHERIDGE ....... President MAY RE ROBINSON. . Vice-President PA NS Y SMITH . Secretary ELAINE BULLOCK. Treasurer Members Elaine Bullock... Pansy Smith. Ruth Smith. I Mayre Robinson... Essie Etheridge.. Ruth Warren. Lorene Thomas.... Hannah Thomas Gladys Harrell ... Eva Felton . Jennie Barnes ..... .—“Lane “Flower” ...“Smitt” ...“Robin” ...“Ridge” .“War” .“Torn” —“Hans” .“Lad” ......“Felt” .....“Barn” pluv , ' V k ' (i ikti k v. k U J LAXH(V- V Avo, , J V ,4 tu fkihi W ' r ' , V - V - --X .clQ... jSlo- a.j rC ' .Chl f o i, Y ' ( ' ' .UAi C . . fkx. ;4LdsCl C X sl | KX k |r |jjULl V ' P’ Jzi .Vt t V V. - ®p) jfttll Dippers Hortense Duncan Hannah Hough Lota Leigh Draughon Martha Garbee Nina Bradshaw Charlotte Comer Agnes Eula Nash Dorothy Ball Mabel Wright Mart ie Kir wan Eleanor Hepler Virginia Bland Ferebee 136 1 A ml what would bo a court without a jester who is wise, yet foolish beyond compare! EecortuTs Court M. Hall, W. Hardy, and M. Barksdale answered to charge of boisterous conduct and public disturbance. Sentenced to campus for 7 days. T he Supreme Court of Justice is now sitting on the Adams case. He, it seems, has had a violent conflict with the Athletes (Teachers) of the College. The verdict will probably be that the aforesaid Geo. P. Adams will be sentenced to play tennis on ploughed courts for 10 days. The entire student body voiced a charge against Geneva Morrison for having seriously affected their ear drums while in the Mess Mall. She was given in custody to the Margaret Reformers, Light and Elder. Hough, Manson, Goslin, and Franklin were arrainged before Court for having indulged in a half-hour ' s exercise at White’s. They were safely lodged in a Reformatory School for 5 months. Miss Hoffman was summoned by the inhabitants of the first floor N. B. to appear and play “If you talk in your sleep, don’t mention my name for them every morning between 4:00 and 8:00 o’clock. Lucy Pearson was sentenced to be shot at sunrise on the morning of March 1st, for having murdered the most honored laws of Blackstone College. The execution was postponed on account of the inability of said party to get up before 7 :45. An accusation was brought against Miss Stoakley for being un- reverential in church. She was condemned and a very grave punishment indicted upon her. She must sit upon her hat every Sunday, in church, until June. S. Hall, T. Garland, and M. Light were seriously reprimanded for condescending to sit with the faculty in chapel. Blackstone Multigraph Company sent a petition through Court to Mrs Smith to vary her dinner menu by occasionally having ble bread instead of bread a la war. She refused, whereupon the Court sentenced her to said bread a la war three times a day for the rest of the school session ( ?). Miss Lura Lee Cannon was court-martialed for disobeying orders. She was ordered by the Senior College Class to take some anti-fat or Scott’s Emulsion—desk reducer. 138 The State Board of Health brought charge against Miss Cohran for being un-Hooveristic with calomel, castor oil, and salts at Blackstone College. She pled innocence, but, since the testimonies given by 300 witnesses were contrary to hers, she was deprived of the said “dopes” until June 3, 1918. ( The students of B. C. sent a note of thanks to the State Board of Health. ) Miss Rosser brought charge against Paul Hunter for having at¬ tempted, in the late hours of the night, to summon her fellow-conspirators by a deadly me-o-o-o-w. The accused was sentenced to lie transformed into a cat. Locke and Burlingham, two of the nuisances of the community, were arrested for disturbing Court. The sheriff was at hand and took them in charge, placing them in safety on the front bench, where the scrutiny of the judge would extract all desire of evil. 139 Picture Dap at 15Iacb$tone Picture Miss Stoakley for once being late. Picture a Senior not so sedate. Picture a Blackstone girl hanging over the gate— That ' s a picture no art editor can paint. Picture Miss Bale without a notice to make, Picture a college girl without exams to take, Picture Mrs. Smith feeding us cake— That’s a picture no art editor can paint. Picture Miss Bennett doing anything rash, Picture a day without butter, bread, and bash, Picture a schoolgirl with a lot of cash— That’s a picture no art editor can paint. Picture Miss Hoffman short and fat, Picture Miss Woodfin in a picture hat. Picture a schoolgirl being glad she’s where she’s at— That’s a picture no art editor can paint. 140 9:3Q A. M. 11:00 A, M. 12:00 M. 1:30 P. M. 3:00 P. M. 4:00 P. M. 9:00 P. M. 1:30 A. M. A Day at Blackstone—That Ain’t 3?oUcs Often our school is Rash, Cross, and Crank(y) until Love and Honor come in and everything is Sweet. d ' he heating system will be all Wright as long as we have Log-wood and the Coleman continues to come. Louise (playing animal) : What kind of an animal are you going to be? I am going to he an ignoramus. Lois: What does M. A. on Dr. Cannon ' s name mean? Sarah : Master of Arts. Lois: I didn’t know Dr. Cannon could draw. Miss Bale: Tell me the character of Richard III. E. Simms: He was hump-backed. Miss Anderson : Clara, you should speak twice before thinking. In Latin class. Miss Faw asked Helen Sharpe to translate the following sentence, “Hrec in Galliam; est important. Helen, after puzzling it out, lifted her head and bravely said, “Hike into Gaul, it’s important! When the soup is running low, dear, And beans are not to be found ; Then eat the cornbread cheerfully, And take from your face the frown. Miss Nellie Bennett: What are affections? Martha: Spontaneous actions. 142 thE E c« Miss Stoakley : Hattie, what about the schools in India? Hattie: They had schools for all sexes, deaf, dumb, and blind. Miss Lee: What are the proteins made of that compose our tissues? Virginia Slade : Viz. Nellie T. (in Grammar class): Miss Woodhn, I have lost my diaphragm (meaning diagram). Miss Woodfin : What ? ? ? Lost: Elevator to third door new building—Miss Garvey. Miss Stoakley: Jessie, give the stages of learning. Jessie: First one is pecking. Miss Stoakley: Some men think it is the last one. Mr. Bennett: Girls, the Senior pins and rings have come—and they must be bought, no matter if you bust or fail. Miss Benson (teaching vowels in spelling): You .must remember that vou (u) and I (i) can never be true diphthongs! Pupil (translating Latin IV) : “Pulchrumcjue mori succurit in armis”— “the thought occurs to me that it is noble to die in one’s arms.” Miss Faw: Do vou really think it is noble to die in arms? Lota Leigh : Depends upon whose arms they are! Mary: My grandfather hasn’t had his hair cut for ten years. Jane (with the air of one who is not to be caught so easily) : Bald, I suppose ? Mary: No: dead. Clarissa (talking to Ray and Fay Coffman ) : Are you sisters? Ray: We’re twins. C larissa: What are they, I never heard of ’em? Miss Rosser: I left my watch upstairs and it ran down. College Senior (teaching Bible in seventh grade) : Who was the first one that came from the ark after it landed? Pupil: Noah. Senior: You are wrong. Doesn ' t the Book tell us that Noah came forth ? So you see there must have been three before him. Miss Rosser: Girls, what is your favorite hvmn? Lucile: The one Miss Stoakley chased away over the fence last night. Miss Woodfin : Give some examples of men who have been vaccinated. Pupil: Policemen. Clara: The idea of talking about having policemen vaccinated. Leave them alone. They’ll never catch anvthing. - . o 144 A Sad Catastrophe Woman with satchel enters car, sits down. Enter conductor, asks fare. Woman opens satchel, takes out purse, shuts satchel, opens purse, takes out dime, shuts purse, opens satchel, puts in purse, shuts satchel. Offers dime, receives nickel. Opens satchel, takes out purse, shuts satchel, opens purse, puts in nickel, closes purse, opens satchel, puts in purse, closes satchel. Stop the car, please !!! Teacher stops girl on hall and asks, “Why are you crying?” “I just went to Miss Martin ' s room and on the door hung the card, ‘No consolation’ ” (consultation). Miss Robertson : What is the hottest place in America? Pupil (without slightest hesitation) : Hornet nests. Paul Hunter: I hear you keep a list of all the banks in the country. Clara : Yes: I like to be able to say 1 keep a bank account. Miss Stoakley : My mission is saving girls. Academy Boy : Miss Stoakley, save a couple for me. Miss Hoffman : Virginia, can ' t vou be uood? Virginia: Miss Hoffman, it makes me tired. 146 Theory Headmen—Phrenologists. W ell-handled—Pump. Light man—The gas man. After dark—Chasing a negro. A singular being—A bachelor. A ship that has two mates and no captain—Courtship. Seehowalinelookswithoutspaces. A taking person—Policeman. A home ruler—Kitchen poker. A trimming shop—Barber shop. The worst kind of sipping-—Gossiping. Where to recover yourself—The tailor’s. Trying times—Going to the dressmaker. How to gain a high position—Ascend a mountain. A teakettle can sing when merely Tiled with water—but man, proud man, is no teakettle.” 147 Cl )t Crp of a Senior i I am tired of poring and digging Over half-forgotten lore, Heart weary of almost flunking, And having to study some more. Take me back to the days of my infancy, When all was sunshine and play, For a Freshman lives forever, And a Senior dies in a day. II I am sick of the false accusation Of being prissy and dignified, Of never bustin’ a rule, Of having laughed instead of cried; I like to cry when I want to, And wash all my troubles away, For a Senior has more troubles Than a Freshman can think of in a day. III I yawn from getting up early Every morn at the bust o’ dawn, Each day I see more work to do Than ever before I’ve sawn; Now I see my d iploma Slipping gradually away by degrees, Oh, let me forget I’m a Senior, And live happy on a Freshman’s E’s! L. L. D. 148 AFTER WORD The skirmishes between the editors are now over, and, for better or worse, the result of their effort has gone on record, as little battle-scarred as possible. On account of these battles the Cannon Ball will not be perfect in its roundness, but we hope that it may not be less honored for that. 149 Too Good to Pass By The egg-beater is performing stunts nowadays that were never even dreamed of a short time ago—not with eggs or cream, but with Jell-O. With an egg-beater and a package of Jell-O the college girl is equipped to make something new —any one of fifty good things to eat that will be en¬ joyed as a welcome change from themionotony of fudge and kindred fixings. Plain Jell-O dishes are fine, as everybody knows, but the whipped forms, as easy as the other, are even finer. Following is a recipe for whipping Jell-O. It is much easier than it sounds : To Whip Jell-O Dissolve a package of Jell-0 in a pint of boiling water and let it cool. Begin to whip the jelly while it is still liquid—cold but not yet congealing— and whip until it is of the consistency of thick whipped cream. Use a Dover egg-beater and keep the Jell-O cold while whipping by setting the dish in cracked ice, ice water or very cold water. A tin or aluminum quart measure is an ideal utensil for the purpose. Its depth prevents spattering, and tin and aluminum admit quickly the chill of the ice or cold water. Add cream or whatever else goes into the dessert, if anything does, after—not before—whipping the Jell-O. The whipping process more than doubles the quantity of plain Jell-O, so that when whipped one package of Jell-O serves twelve persons instead of six. There are six pure fruit flavors of Jell-O : Strawberry, Raspberry, Lemon, Orange, Cherry, Chocolate. Each 10 cents at any grocer’s. Take time, please, to send us your name and address, so we can send you a new Jell-O Book that will tell you how to make delicious things that are too good to miss. THE GENESEE PURE FOOD COMPANY, Le Roy, N. Y., and Bridgeburg, Ont. A Few Fertilizer Facts for Farmers A Fact Well Known There is a world shortage of materials and products of practically every kind. A Fact Worth Knowing Many old and some new substitutes are being marketed in large quantities to take the place of old reliable supplies that were used heretofore. Facts With Which We Can FIelp You In our experience of manufacturing fertilizers for nearly 35 years we have seen many of these old substitutes come on the market and fail because they did not have the quality to produce results. This is where it is worth something to you to buy the old Reliable BLACKSTONE BLOOD AND BONE-TANKAGE FERTILIZERS—“best by test since 1884.” Granville Co., N. C., November 20, 1917. Blackstone Guano Co., Blackstone, Va. Gentlemen :—Your Blood and Bone- Tankage goods were used by one of my tenants on 40,000 hills of tobacco this sea¬ son, which crop sold for $2,170.00. I have used your goods for about ten years, and like them. My 1917 crop of tobacco and that of my tenants will bring about $10,000.00. In 1906 I bought 100 acres of land for $275.00. This year I sold $4,000 worth of tobacco made on same with your fertilizers. Yours truly. D. T. WINSTON. Mecklenburg Co., Va., November 20, 1917. Blackstone Guano Co., Blackstone, Va. Gentlemen :—My brothers and I feel that we are indebted to you for from $2,000.OU to $4,000.00 for sending us the kind of fertilizers which you sent us last spring. I bought 03 tons of your Blood and Bone- Tankage goods and 3 tons of 2-8-2 made by another company. Your goods without potash and costing less heat the 2-8-2. Some of these fertilizers were used on old land and some on new. Yours was best on both. In curing, stripping and selling your goods beat the other two to one. The crop on the same amount and kind of land was worth double. I write this because I feel other farmers should be acquainted with the materials your company use and your knowledge of what our Virginia tobacco soils need. For 15 years constant use, your goods have been satisfactory to me. Yours truly, W. II. FLAM. Lennig, Halifax Co., Va., January 11, 1918. Blackstone Guano Co., Blackstone, Va. Gentlemen:—In the spring of 1917 I used some other company ' s 9-2-2 fertilizer by the side of your Blood and Bone-Tankage goods, which cost less and did not contain potash. The tobacco in same field, planted same day. from your goods ripened earlier and better, grew much faster, and each acre brought double as much as the 9-2-2. All of tlie first cuttings were from your fertilizer. When I made the second cut¬ ting from your goods tlie 9-2-2 began to ripen. I am satisfied I got twice as much money for my crop as I would have gotten had I used altogether the 9-2-2 made by some one else. Some of the tobacco from your goods brought $76.00 per hundred, and some $72.00. I sold 1,754 pounds at $45.25 per hundred. (Signed) II. E. BROWN. Kenbridge, Va., Januarj 7 22, 1918. Blackstone Guano Co., Inc., Blackstone, Va. Dear Sirs :—Your Blood and Bone-Tank¬ age corn fertilizers were the best I ever saw. I used in the same field by the side of it some 8-2-2 goods made by another com¬ pany. Tne 8-2-2 cost more, but did not give as good results. My neighbors and others passing on the road easily found the row where your goods stopped, and remarked that it was such a pity that 1 did not use something under the balance of the field. The balance of the field had the other company’s 8-2-2 under it. Yours truly, (Signed) V. C. LOVE. Let our strong Fertilizers be one of the strong links in making your tobacco and corn. We have something extra for corn which you should use. Yours sincerely, BLACKSTONE GUANO CO., Inc. Seay-Bagley Company THE LEADING Dry Goods Store OF BLACKSTONE At all seasons you will find a well selected stock of the most desirable merchandise in every line. Special attention is called to our line of SUITS and COATS, and the best line of SHOES obtainable. Reasonable prices and satisfaction guaranteed to all We want all TEACHERS and STUDENTS to feel free to call on us for any service that we can render ESTABLISHED 1894 Black tone College for Girls JAMES CANNON, Jr., A. M., D. D. President Faculty of 33. 427 Students, from 20 States. Accredited by Virginia State Board of Education. Hundreds of Graduates now teaching. $180 per year in Academic Dept. $225 per year in College Dept. The Leading Training School for Girls in Virginia Where can parents find a College with as fine a record, with as experienced management, at such moderate cost? FOR CATALOGUE ADDRESS THE SECRETARY, Blackstone, Va. J. L. MANSON G. E. BARROW W. L. 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